Stratholme God

Chapter 279 He must be coordinating the overall situation (1 more)
Swamp of Sorrows.

"Dangdangdang!"

The alarm bells are ringing!

The rapid and mournful frequency makes people easily think of the death knell.

"No! I can't stand it anymore! Damn orcs, where do you get so many high-tech weapons? I almost thought the dwarves had defected to the opposite side!" Danas Trollbane led the soldiers to withdraw in a disheartened manner.

His soldiers were extremely embarrassed. Although they still retained a relatively complete organizational system, their equipment was in tatters, and they knew at a glance that they could no longer fight.

Facing his old friend's complaints, Turalyon smiled wryly.

Muradin, a dead dwarf next to him, jumped out and spat at Danas: "Fart! Is our dwarf's craftsmanship so fragile and explosive? It's goblin-style at first glance!"

Most of the traditional warriors are rough people, ghosts know what your style is.

After being scolded by his allies, Dana, who was not very eloquent, was embarrassed, touched his nose embarrassingly, and stopped talking.

"Be less noisy, now we are united against the enemy!" Turalyon said in a deep voice.

This is the border between the Swamp of Sorrows and the Red Ridge Mountains. As an important transfer station, a fairly large blockhouse was naturally built here.

In the past, this 15-meter-high city wall was enough to give people a sense of security.

But looking at the distance, no one in the alliance will feel this way anymore.

"Boom!"

It can be seen from a distance that from south to north in the Swamp of Sorrows, the big trees that must be embraced by several people were violently pushed by the giant machinery, groaned in pain, and then fell down miserably.

Those huge siege machines with weird shapes, at least three or four stories high by visual inspection, were driven by a kind of energy that the Alliance people could not understand, and slowly advanced.

Accompanying the siege vehicles were burly orcs in black heavy armor.

Seeing those sophisticated black iron equipment, the generals of the alliance were terrified.

"Only one company in the entire alliance can afford this level of equipment." Turalyon turned his head with a wry smile.

Khadgar, who was promoted to Archmage, turned to Turalyon and asked, "Is there any news about our old friend?"

Turalyon still shook his head: "He has been to Nozdormu for a year, and there is no news at all. The leader of Stratholme only promised to send the Seriek Legion."

Everyone was silent.

The alliance is really in turmoil at the moment.

The orcs suddenly counterattacked.

Jumping out from the Portal of Darkness on the eastern front was an army of elite orcs who came from nowhere. They captured Fort Watcher with unimaginable heavy machinery from the Alliance in just three days.

On the western front, the disappeared Warsong clan reappeared, attacking the Dusk Forest from Stranglethorn Vale, but Bolvar, Gavinrad * Doom and Saidan Dathrohan of the Silver Hand jointly carried it.

However, the countries of the northern alliance were slow to respond.

Of course, Turalyon knew that this was due to the extreme financial constraints of various countries, the lack of military funds to regroup the army, and even the high level of the alliance was full of extravagant hopes that the southern legion alone could carry the orc army.

Everyone knows that's kind of impractical.

The fact is that maintaining the large army of Fort Watch almost dragged down the alliance's finances.

Ever since a certain big family member disappeared, the military allocation of the alliance has returned to the old way. There is no way, all countries are extracting money bit by bit like oil.

At this moment, Stratholme Territory, Darrowshire.

Gouel, who aspired to be Thrall in the future, suddenly looked up at the road next to him: "No!"

Naz Gurel whispered, "What's wrong?"

"The level of response in Stratholme Territory has increased."

"Ok?"

Goyle stared at the main road, where the smoke and dust billowed. From time to time, soldiers called traffic police waved small red flags to drive away the workers who approached the main road.

"Get out of the way! The army passes through! Anyone who obstructs the army will be regarded as a traitor and killed on the spot! Everyone take the children and leave."

Not long after, an astonishing cavalry regiment first rushed across the two-way eight-lane asphalt concrete road.

Not counting one person and two horses, there is also a special groom driving the carriage. Although the carriage has a roof and the goods inside are also covered with tarpaulins, from the outline, it must be the armor of a knight.

Goyle counted silently: "There must be at least [-] riders here."

Nazguriel asked suspiciously: "The badge is the Rivendell Legion, right? The lord is not here, so they came out in full force?"

As the leading general of Stratholme, the Earl of Rivendell is well-known, and his presence is the pinnacle of the entire territory.

Then, bursts of exclamations came from the crowd of onlookers.

Immediately behind the cavalry regiment is a large number of 'steam tanks'.

These edges and corners are all equipped with spikes, and the metal monster with sharp ramming horns on the front attracts everyone's attention as soon as it appears.In winter, the thick gun barrel reflects a strange cold light.

"Ooooh! Our tank!"

"The God of War is here!"

"Long live the Grand Duke!"

The crowd erupted into cheers.

It’s just that Goyle is a little strange. In theory, these are the technologies of dwarves. Why didn’t you see the big chimney that was “wheezing and wheezing” smoking?

Didn't you say that steam tanks are in poor condition in winter?
It took more than an hour just to pass through the continuous army of tanks, and finally there were infantrymen sitting in carriages.

Every two-horse carriage carries people in the front half and armor in the back half.

In other kingdoms, even knights are not necessarily qualified to wear thorium armor, but here it is the basic equipment for heavy infantry.

Goyle secretly said to his younger brother: "I suspect that the Duke of Stratholme has returned."

"How to say?"

"Without his order, even the king's request, it is impossible to mobilize 10 people at will."

Naz Gurrell thinks so.

"Let's go, let's go to the front line to be civilian husbands."

"why?"

"Isn't this obvious? We have been working for a year, but we are not eligible to enter Cowling City. That is the industrial area of ​​Stratholme Territory, where its secret lies. If we continue to stay here, we will only give the Duke Bai work to earn a living."

Naz Gurrel understood that only on the front line can he have the opportunity to get in touch with the secrets of Stratholme's high-tech weapons.

Goyle looked to the north: "The grand duke must be coordinating the overall situation!"

At this time, in the study of the Duke of Stratholme, Liadrin was wearing a fiery red backless dress with a short one-piece dress. The two smooth shoulder blades on her beautiful back trembled slightly, like a jade butterfly gently waving its wings. The fiery red luster of the swaying ponytail on his skin, as if the whole back was covered with flame-like light, dazzling like a flame goddess.

But at this moment, Vereesa came in with a stack of documents, and just bent over the desk. The obviously custom-made lake blue cheongsam was slightly pulled up, and the high slit at the hem of the cheongsam was lifted up a little bit. Show your legs.

ah!This 1.1-meter-long document is really long and white.

Someone Mai suddenly felt that it was so right to abandon those seductive man-made things on the earth and come back to choose the original and authentic elf girls.

(End of this chapter)